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Larra dreamed she was lying in front of a
warm fire, the arms of a handsome man encircling her naked
body. Sighing contentedly, she
tried to move even closer to his sheltering
embrace. Then she woke
up. It was pitch black in the
snow shelter and it took her a few seconds to recall where she
was. She wondered how long she
had been asleep.
Lemaire’s hand was covering her right breast and his forearm pressed
against the left one. “Wonder
how that got there?” she thought.
But she made no attempt to remove it; instead she snuggled up more
closely to the powerfully built Metis.
Lemaire mumbled something in his sleep, and his hand closed slightly
over Larra’s breast.
Larra was tempted. Lemaire was
a very handsome man, tall and powerfully
built. His dark wavy hair and
strong features reminded her very much of John Grey, except that Lemaire’s
eyes were deep brown, whereas Grey’s had been
blue-gray. She had not had a
man in about a year, and while that was not unusual in her life, it was not
something that she planned.
On the other hand, she did not normally just throw herself at any
man. The three consensual
relationships in her life had occurred with men who had saved her life and
nursed her back to health.
“Well,” she mused, “Lemaire had saved her
life. But right now she felt
pretty healthy.”
Lemaire stirred in his sleep, moving a little closer to her, if that were
possible. Larra was suddenly
aware of the fact that Lemaire had something else in common with her previous
lovers. She was pretty sure that
he was not pressing a banana into her
backside.
Larra’s breathing quickened.
Her urges were getting harder to
control. But there was something
she had to do first.
Gently, she lifted Lemaire’s hand from her
breast. Almost immediately the
man awoke. He seemed to understand
what had happened.
“Sorry,” he said, embarrassed.
“I was asleep.”
“Don’t apologize. I
was quite comfy. But I’ve
got to go outside for awhile. Could
I borrow the coat?”
“Sure, but I think it is still dark.
Check your clothes. Some
of them might be dry.”
“I will,” said Larra, scraping away the snow from the entrance
to the shelter. A rush of cold
air flowed in. Crawling on her
hands and knees, she exited the shelter.
Outside it was still dark, and it seemed much colder than on previous
nights. He legs and feet bare,
Larra hurried through the snow to do her
business. She did not stay outside
any longer than she had to. On
her way back she checked her clothes.
They were still damp, and so she threw a few more logs on the glowing
embers of the fire.
Reentering the shelter, she was amazed at how much warmer it was inside than
out. She understood now how the
Inuit had managed to survive for centuries living in such
structures. Lemaire swept snow
into the entrance to seal out the cold once
again.
Larra crawled over to the crude sleeping pallet Lemaire had
constructed. Removing the coat,
she held it up for Lemaire to crawl
under. He moved in beside her,
but this time Larra rolled onto her back so that he could not snuggle up
against her back. She could sense
him lying next to her, uncertain of what to
do. Reaching out she found his
hand and moved it to her breast.
Lemaire gave a quick intake of breath.
For a second he hesitated as if not sure of what to do, but then he
slid his arm beneath her and pulled her
close. Larra lifted her head
and found his lips in the dark.
Their first kiss was brief, a soft touching of lips, but Larra’s
tongue pushed into Lemaire’s mouth on the second
attempt. As they kissed, she
ran her hands over Lemaire’s long underwear, and began to unbutton the
extensive costume. It was the
first time she had ever encountered a man who was dressed more heavily than
she had been. She found the reversal
strangely erotic.
She pulled the heavy garment from Lemaire’s shoulders, baring his muscular
torso, while continuing to kiss him.
Lemaire sat upright, moving his thighs apart so that he could pull
Larra between them. If it had
been light in the shelter, she and Lemaire would have been able to stare
into one another’s eyes. It
was an interesting experience.
Larra had never made love in total darkness
before.
The coat slipped from Larra’s
shoulders. She was breathing
heavily from excitement, as was Lemaire, and her body was covered with a
fine sheen of sweat. As he pulled
her still closer, she could feel his stiffening member pushing against her
inner thigh. The touch sent a
thrill though her, and wrapping her arms about Lemaire’s neck, she pulled
him against her. At the sensation
of his muscular chest pressing against her breasts, she felt a warm wave
of pleasure surge through her loins.
Suddenly she was very very wet.
It suddenly seemed to be a long time between
lovers. Trembling with passion,
Larra’s hand seemed to go to Lemaire’s organ of its own
volition. Lemaire gave
a low moan of pleasure as Larra’s hand closed on his rigid
phallus. Slowly she ran her fingers
the length of the engorged organ.
Lemaire’s moan turned to a groan as Larra stroked him into an
unbelievable state of excitement.
Grasping her tight derriere in both hands, he lifted her onto to his
throbbing staff.
Now it was Larra’s turn to moan, as she felt Lemaire’s impressive
shaft penetrate her. Arching
her back, she rode his pole like a mink in heat, which in her current state
of mind was not far from the mark.
Lemaire had never before encountered such power in a
lover. Larra's tight vagina gripped
his phallus like a velvet vise. The
smooth muscles of her buttocks flexed beneath his hands, driving her up and
down like the piston of a steam engine.
Rising to the occasion in more ways than one, he held her tightly
and pulled her hard into his body.
Larra’s magnificent breasts bounced just in front of Lemaire’s
face. Repaying
Larra’s thrusts with one of his own, he shifted his right hand to the
small of her back, and took her engorged left nipple into his
mouth.
The added sensation of having her turgid bud sucked further heightened
Larra’s level of sexual excitement.
Her entire body shuddered as her vaginal muscles clenched in the first
of a series of orgasms.
“Aaaahhhaa”
Larra cried, as she released
her passion. Lemaire was not
far behind. Stimulated beyond
endurance, the Metis guide felt his penis contract as he shot his creamy
fluid into the heaving body of his employer.
Larra collapsed into Lemaire’s arms.
She did not know what had come over
her. Never had she climaxed so
quickly. Bathed in sweat, her
heaving body still quivered from the tremendous physical and emotional release
she had just experienced.
For several minutes the two lovers simply clung to one another, listening
to their ragged breathing. Finally,
Larra rolled over and scooped away some of the snow blocking the entrance
to the shelter. The gray light
of dawn filtered into the snow hut, providing dim
illumination. Larra looked at
Lemaire, her face still suffused with
desire.
“Now,” she said to Lemaire, her voice still husky with passion,
“again, but this time more slowly.”
“After that,” Lemaire replied still breathing heavily, “I’m
not sure I can.”
Larra smiled. She ran her forefinger
over Lemaire’s lips.
“Oh, I think I can find a way to restore your
ardor.”
She eased herself away from him.
The cool air from the small opening she had created allowed freezing
air to flow into the shelter.
Larra’s nipples stiffened in the cold air, but her desire
intensified. Turning her back
to him she crossed her wrists behind her back and presented them to the surprised
Metis. “Tie my wrists,”
she ordered.
“You trust me to do that?” asked Lemaire,
amazed. “You would be
helpless.”
“Not so helpless as you might think,” Larra
thought. But aloud she said,
“If you had wanted to take advantage of me, you surely would have done
it last night. I know of very
few men who can sleep with a naked woman and not try to take advantage of
the situation. You must have
a will of iron. Now, tie my
wrists.”
Bemused, Lemaire obeyed. Picking
up the lengths of strap he had used to pull Larra from the lake, he wrapped
the inch wide cotton band loosely around her wrists and then tied it
off.
“Tighter,” demanded Larra.
“That won’t hold me for more than a
second. I want it tight enough
to hurt.”
Bewildered, but obedient, Lemaire tugged on the straps, putting a good deal
of his strength into it.
Larra’s gasp told him that he had exceeded her
expectations. “Don’t
loosen it,” Larra said quickly.
“Tie it off there.”
Larra shifted her knees and turned toward
Lemaire. She felt quite helpless,
but incredibly aroused at the same time.
Her vagina begged to be filled
again.
Lemaire stared with wonder at the beautiful vision who had just allowed him
to bind her. His flaccid member
stirred at the thought of taking her once
again. Her very helplessness
aroused him, but he was not yet quite ready to repeat his performance of
only a few minutes ago.
Without a word, Larra bent forward, her teardrop shaped breasts swaying as
she dropped her head below Lemaire’s
waist. Lemaire gasped in surprise,
as Larra’s warm flexible tongue curled around the tip of his wilted
manhood. The sensation was
unimaginably pleasurable despite his absence of an
erection.
Larra closed her lips over the tip of Lemaire’s reluctant organ, and
then swirled the tip of her tongue over the soft
glans.
“Oh God, that feels good,” exclaimed
Lemaire.
Larra continued her stimulation of the Metis’ limp
organ. Slowly she could feel
it harden as her work began to pay off.
Lemaire groaned. “You are
a witch,” he said wonderingly.
Already his impressive sword was rising out of its
sheath. Entering into the spirit
of the game, he suddenly grabbed Larra’s thick braid, and jerked her
head back, forcing her to arch her back.
Then he thrust his now willing organ into her warm, wet
mouth.
Larra grunted in pain, but she did not
object. It was what she
desired. She wanted the big Metis
to hurt her, and raise her to a higher level of sexual
excitement.
Lemaire complied. With renewed
passion, he thrust in and out of Larra’s more than accommodating mouth,
pushing right to the back of her throat.
So large had he become under Larra’s relentless stimulation,
that that he almost dislocated her jaw.
“Ooommpph!
Ooommpph!
Ooommpph!”
Larra grunted, her exclamations of pleasure muffled
by the huge organ that filled her mouth.
Then, Lemaire suddenly withdrew.
Seizing Larra’s swollen breasts, he forced her onto her
back. Parting her legs, he moved
between her creamy white thighs, but he did not enter
her. Larra had said “more
slowly,” and he would give her more slowly.
Larra exulted in the feeling of helplessness as Lemaire began to play her
game. She felt completely under
his power. Much as she hated
to admit it, she had a deep-seated rape fantasy that probably stemmed from
her first sexual encounter. She
had lost her virginity when she had been bound hand and foot and taken against
her will by a giant African warrior on her first expedition to the
She was experiencing some of that fear now, but it served only to heighten
her sexual urges rather than diminish
them. As Lemaire took possession
of her, her vaginal juices flowed freely,
demanding
immediate satisfaction.
“Take me now, Jean.
Now!”
Lemaire grinned as he loomed over the begging
woman. “You said more
slowly, and more slowly it will
be. I am in charge now, and I
will decide what happens and when.”
“Oh, you devil!” Larra
exclaimed. “You
Devil!” She gasped in pain
as Lemaire took both of her quivering breasts in his hands and squeezed the
soft flesh though his fingers.
Larra writhed as Lemaire, began to suck her nipples, his mouth moving alternately
from one to the other. At the
same time, he inserted his middle finger into Larra’s very wet
vagina. She moaned as his finger
slid by her engorged clitoris, arching her body almost impossibly at the
sudden stimulation.
Ten more minutes of this had Larra almost weeping in
frustration. “Damn you”
she cried, almost screaming in her passion, “take
me. Take
me!”
“Not yet,” Lemaire gasped.
“Not yet.”
“Oh God,” Larra cried.
Then forgetting
herself.
“You
bastard.
Bastard!”
Lemaire shifted his position.
Wrapping his powerful arms around Larra’s thighs, he lifted her
bodily and brought her treasure mound to his
lips.
“Ohhh!
Aaahh!”
Larra screamed in prurient
and uncontrolled desire. She
felt like she was losing her mind.
And then she almost did.
Lemaire’s tongue flicked over her swollen
clitoris. Waves of carnality
swept over her, like an electric shock.
Screaming in wild abandon, Larra strained at her bonds, trying desperately
to break free. Her entire body
shook, sending beads of sweat flying in all
directions. The chill air was
entirely forgotten, as she perspired as if it was a summer’s
day.
Lemaire kept up the “torment” for a full quarter
hour. Then, he turned the contorting
adventuress over. Seizing both
her arms above the elbow, he arched her back almost impossibly and then mounted
her from behind.
“Aaaaahhaaaahhh!”
Larra’s scream
of ecstasy reflected the fact that Lemaire had penetrated her almost the
full depth of his shaft on the first
thrust. Larra felt as if someone
had shoved a post into her. The
sensation was almost indescribable.
Eighty percent pleasure and twenty percent
pain was the number that flashed through Larra’s
mind, and then she was too busy crying out in rapturous desire to attempt
any more calculations.
Again and again, Lemaire drove his powerful piston in and out of her, driving
Larra almost wild. Her shrieks
of pleasure filled the air, rising in intensity as she approached
orgasm. And then suddenly, Lemaire
withdrew.
Stunned, Larra lay gasping like a fish, unable to believe that he had brought
her so close to her sexual peak without allowing her the ultimate
release. “Don’t
stop,” she moaned. What
the Hell was Lemaire trying to do, torture her to death?
“Don’t worry,
Larra felt Lemaire shift his body weight
slightly. As he did so drops
of perspiration dripped onto her back.
Already bathed in sweat, Larra moaned as she tried to turn her head
to see what Lemaire was up to, but he held her bound wrists with one hand
while pushing her head back down with the
other.
Larra tried to rise again, but Lemaire easily held her
down. She was entirely at his
mercy, just as she had intended.
She felt a thrill of fear course through
her. It was the first time any
lover had been able to instill that emotion in
her. Frustrated, she cursed to
herself in silent desperation. Then
she felt an almost electric thrill surge through
her.
“Oh
my God!” she
exclaimed. Lemaire had positioned
his engorged phallus at the button-small entrance to her
rectum. Visions of the numerous
times she had been sodomized by villains flashed before her
eyes. He eyes widened in
fear. She had never allowed any
lover to penetrate her delicate backside.
“Exciting enough for you,
Larra could only moan in reply.
Divided between fear and passion, she did not know how to
respond. Then Lemaire thrust
into her tight backside. He pushed
in slowly, so as not to hurt her too badly, and held back the power of his
huge organ.
Larra trembled as her anus was forced
open. This was the sort of excitement
she had been searching for, but she was not sure she would be able to tolerate
the invasion of the most private area of her
anatomy. She feared that she
might end up screaming like a virgin taken against her
will. The memories of the times
she had been anally raped were vivid and fresh in her
mind.
Lemaire had barely penetrated her, but he sensed Larra’s tightly controlled
fear. “Do you wish me to
stop, Larra?” he asked softly, his hand gently caressing her cheek and
hair.
“N…no,” Larra gasped.
“Take me. Take me
all the way!”
“Aaagghh!
Aaagghh!”
Larra’s scream
was a mixture of undisguised lust and
pain. Lemaire
hesitated.
“No,
no! Don’t
stop. I want
it! I want you to hurt
me!”
Sweating in apprehension, Lemaire lowered
his hands to Larra’s shapely hips.
He did not want to hurt this strong woman, but she demanded that he
do so. He readied himself to
thrust into her, but held back fearful of her reaction.
“Jean.” Larra’s
voice came calm and clear.
“It’s alright.
Take me. Take me
hard.”
Lemaire bent forward and kissed her gently between her shoulder
blades. Then pulling strongly
he drove into her with all his strength.
Larra’s scream of unbridled passion echoed across the silent
lake.
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